Hussain Jaate Hain Rukhsat Karo Azadaron

Safar Ka Waqt Hai Mehman Ko Alwida Kaho Juloos E Shah E Shaheedan Ko Alwida Kaho Ujad Ne Wale Hain Kuch Der May Azakhane Kisi Behan Ko Kisi Maa Ko Alwida Kaho

It is time for the journey, bid the guest farewell. Bid farewell to the procession of the King of Martyrs. The mourning halls will soon be empty. Bid farewell to a sister, bid farewell to a mother.

Zari Hi Tashna Musafir Ki Behne Wali Hai Imam Walon Ki Raunakh Ujad Ne Wali Hai Bujhe Hue Hain Diye Ro Rahi Hain Deewarein Jo Mehman Thi Woh Bibi Bichadne Wali Hai

The Zari itself is thirsty, the traveler is about to leave. The splendor of the Imam's followers is about to fade. The lamps are extinguished, the walls are weeping. The Bibi who was our guest is about to depart.

Saron Pe Dard Hai Ansun Hai Astinon Par Udas Baithe Hain Sab Maatami Zameenon Par Rula Rahe Hain Ye Murjhaye Phool Sehron Ke Na Ghazi Ye Hain Na Patke Hain Shah Nasheenoon Par

Pain is on our heads, tears are on our sleeves. All the mourners sit in sadness on the ground. These withered flowers of the procession make us weep. Neither is the Ghazi here, nor are the standards on the royal seats.

Kahan Aaj Ye Manzar Aza Ke Layegi Ye Khamoshi Ye Udasi Hume Rulayegi Jiyenge Kaise Zari O Alam Se Hoke Juda Na Din Ko Chain Na Raathon Ko Neend Ayegi

Where will this scene of mourning be found today? This silence, this sadness will make us weep. How will we live, separated from the Zari and the Alam? Neither peace by day, nor sleep by night will come.

Nabi Ke Chain Ko Kaise Kahen Khudahafiz Shahe Hunain Kaise Kahen Khudahafiz Ye Soch Soch Ke Ankhon May Asq Aaye Hain Ke Hum Hussain Ko Kaise Kahen Khudahafiz

How can we say goodbye to the comfort of the Prophet? How can we say goodbye to the King of Hunain? These thoughts have brought tears to our eyes, That how can we say goodbye to Hussain?

Suqood Bazme Aza Ka Bohot Rulayega Khud Apne Ghar Ka Ye Sannata Humko Khayega Kise Qabar Ke Ye Din Phir Naseeb Ho Ke Na Ho Jo Agle Saal Jiyega Woh Gham Manayega

The silence of the mourning gathering will make us weep bitterly. This emptiness of our own homes will consume us. Who knows if we will be fortunate enough to see these days again? Whoever lives until next year will mourn.

Udaasiyan Sabhi Maaon Ke Rukh Pe Chayi Hain Labon Pe Bayan Ko Aankhon May Ashq Layi Hain Phuppi Ko Dena Hai Pursa Tumhare Baba Ka Sakina Bibi Tumhari Kaneezein Aayi Hain

Sadness has covered the faces of all mothers. They have brought the lament to their lips and tears to their eyes. We must offer condolences for your father to the aunt. Sakina Bibi, your servants have come.

Tumhari Yaad May Bechain Hote Jate Hain Tumhari Hujr May Jaan Apni Khote Jaate Hain Inhe Bhi Dekhlo Jhoole Se Ay Ali Asghar Ye Bache Godi May Maaon Ki Rote Jaate Hain

We are becoming restless in your memory. We are losing our lives in your separation. Look at these too, O Ali Asghar, from the cradle. These children are weeping in their mothers' laps.

Jab Aayega Kisi Barchi Ka Yaad Royenge Qasa May Goonjegi Jab Jab Azan Royenge Tumhari Hujri Ay Shabhiye Paighambhar Lab Apna Peetkar Saare Jahan Royenge

When the memory of any spear comes, we will weep. Whenever the Adhan echoes in the vessel, we will weep. In your separation, O image of the Prophet, the whole world will weep, beating their chests.

Hay Itna Ameer O Nayyar Kabhi Yakeen Maula Pasand Donon Ko Hai Sar Zameen Maula Badan Humara Hai Bharath Bhi Karbala Bhi Magar Jahan Chale Ho Le Chalo Hume Bhi Maula

O Ameer and Nayyar, this is the only certainty, Maula. Both love the land, Maula. Our bodies are here, and our hearts are in Karbala, but Wherever you go, take us with you, Maula.